I was young, un-afraid and open-minded once, but that was a very long time ago. A time when I un-wittingly had a voice in a world of unspoken ideas, incarcerated for speaking out, I became fearful, stripped of my hope.

The girl standing next to me received the most unmerciful blow to her head, the whites of her eyes blushed blood red as she rolled on to the floor. My voice became silent as I was stripped of my humanity.

When the gated doors finally opened I had become them. I speak now, the words I am told to speak; I walk where I am told to go and eventually I will die, stripped of my life.

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